Kitten lets out a faint, dubious snort, but they both know that different realms have different sorts of dragons. They seem to tend towards the unpleasant end of the scale, but without actually speaking to any dragons (or drakes) from other realms, Daine can't entirely fault folk for whatever they might think of them. She just wishes Kitten didn't have to contend with whatever reputation other dragons might have. It's hardly fair.
"We call 'em dragons, back home," Daine offers, no longer sounding quite so defensive. "Most of them are still in the Divine Realms, but they're... well, they're not so different from two-leggers, really. They've got powerful magic, and they're clever, but they're not nasty or greedy or anything like that." She hadn't known Kit's ma for very long, but she got the sense that she'd as soon avoid humans and their treasure.
Kitten nods in agreement, then looks up at Daine and chirps. "I'm only putting you down if you promise not to touch anything," Daine says, looking stern and unwavering until Kitten nods humbly. Only then does she carefully set the dragon back down on the floor. Kitten trundles over to the table so she can look at the statue more closely, though she keeps her paws to herself.
Daine brightens in turn when the talk turns to horses. She thinks she'd like the sort of folk who focused their care on horses. Those around the palace tend to be good sorts, like Onua and Stefan. "I know plenty of horses who'd turn their noses up at anyone being lord of them," Daine says with a grin. Cloud, first and foremost. She can just about hear the snort she'd let out at the very idea. "The Queen's riders start out on mountain ponies, and you have to work hard to earn their good behavior.
"I'm Daine," the girl adds, belatedly realizing she hasn't even introduced herself. "And that's... well, her proper name is Skysong, but most folk just call her Kitten."
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Date: 2017-02-07 12:59 am (UTC)From:"We call 'em dragons, back home," Daine offers, no longer sounding quite so defensive. "Most of them are still in the Divine Realms, but they're... well, they're not so different from two-leggers, really. They've got powerful magic, and they're clever, but they're not nasty or greedy or anything like that." She hadn't known Kit's ma for very long, but she got the sense that she'd as soon avoid humans and their treasure.
Kitten nods in agreement, then looks up at Daine and chirps. "I'm only putting you down if you promise not to touch anything," Daine says, looking stern and unwavering until Kitten nods humbly. Only then does she carefully set the dragon back down on the floor. Kitten trundles over to the table so she can look at the statue more closely, though she keeps her paws to herself.
Daine brightens in turn when the talk turns to horses. She thinks she'd like the sort of folk who focused their care on horses. Those around the palace tend to be good sorts, like Onua and Stefan. "I know plenty of horses who'd turn their noses up at anyone being lord of them," Daine says with a grin. Cloud, first and foremost. She can just about hear the snort she'd let out at the very idea. "The Queen's riders start out on mountain ponies, and you have to work hard to earn their good behavior.
"I'm Daine," the girl adds, belatedly realizing she hasn't even introduced herself. "And that's... well, her proper name is Skysong, but most folk just call her Kitten."